A/N: Ok this is my first Moonlight fanfic. I have read heaps of other stories on the show and thought I might try my hand at writing a Moonlight fic. I have this idea about an awesome character with a lot of history behind her (in more ways than one), so I decided that instead of viewing the whole thing in my head that I would write it down and post it on here.

I apologise if my writing is at all bad, I know that I am not the best at descriptive passages.

I'm not sure what rating this story will reach, but for now it is 'T' for language.

I hope that you all enjoy this and I will try to update regularly.

Enjoy!

The tall blonde stepped off the plane and watched as the other passengers made their way down the boarding stairs and into the airport terminal. She smiled and tilted her head back, closing her eyes, and letting the sun shine on her skin. It felt so nice to have the sun on her skin after thirty-six hours on a plane with grumpy passengers and stressed airhostesses.

She heard someone clear their throat behind her and quickly straightened.

"Sorry," she said as she turned to face the airhostess who stood behind her.

"It's ok, we just need to clear everyone from the plane," the airhostess smiled. The blonde woman smiled and thanked the airhostess for a lovely flight and began to make her way down the boarding stairs.

When she reached the airport terminal she looked around.

"I can't believe so many are out today," she muttered to herself as she walked over to the baggage claim area. She watched as the people around her hurried about their own business, oblivious to the horrors in their midst.

The airport was busier than normal so it was harder to get to where you needed to be quickly. Men in dark trench coats stood against the walls keeping an eye on things, ready to pounce if things ever got rough, thank goodness they were rarely needed.

The woman smiled when she saw a mother and her children heading towards the boarding gates, the children chattering excitedly about their holiday. She continued to walk slowly to the baggage area but stopped when she saw a clock on the wall.

"Shit!" she cursed and began to ran through the crowd. She was running late for a date, and this was one date that she couldn't miss. She going to meet with a Private Investigator about the disappearances of several of her staff, and about several violent letters she had received.

"Excuse me, pardon me, coming through," she said as she pushed impatiently through the throngs of people. Finally she reached her destination. There were only three or four people waiting for their luggage and they were all standing close to the baggage stand waiting for their bags to show.

When she saw her four black suitcases, she grabbed them and pulled them off the stand and with incredible strength, she strode out of the airport, two suitcases in each hand, as well as a handbag over her shoulder. As she made her way back through the airport she smiled and nodded at the trench coat men who in turn bowed their heads to her.

Once outside she stopped and put down two of the suitcases so that she could use her free hand to pull her sunglasses from on top of her hair down over her eyes. When she had brushed her hair behind her ears and placed the sunglasses so that they were comfortable she signalled for a taxi. A taxi pulled up not a second later.

The driver was a short man with a beer belly, and wore a stained singlet and khaki pants. At first she was wary of him, but when he smiled she relaxed. The driver climbed out of his taxi with surprising grace and helped her with her suitcases. He also held the door open while she climbed in and settled herself on the taxi's back seat. She really did miss being treated like a lady.

"Where to miss?" the driver asked as he started the engine. He looked at her in the rear vision mirror.

"The Madedras hotel please," she replied smiling politely. The driver nodded and turned his attention to the road ahead. She took this opportunity to look at the taxi. It was relatively clean, the only rubbish being the soft drink can and chip packet on the front passengers seat. Above the rear vision mirror was the drivers taxi license. According to the license the driver was Gregory Hills and he was from Sacramento.

"Are you here on holiday miss?" Gregory asked as he glanced into the rear vision mirror.

"Ahh…sort of, more business than anything," she replied. She knew that she couldn't tell her true reason for being in Los Angeles, he wouldn't understand, not many would.

"Ah, gotta love work. I've been a taxi driver for as long as I can remember. What about you, what do you do, miss…?" Gregory smiled, he was trying to make conversation.

"Natalie, Natalie Constantine. I'm a secretary for a large business," Natalie replied. It wasn't a complete lie, she was a secretary, and she did work for a large business, but just not exactly how she said. She had taken all the courses necessary to become a secretary and had worked as one for a year or so. But she didn't work for a large business; she owned one.

"Wow, a secretary. My daughter says she wants to be one when she grows up, she ten. Nice to meet you Miss Constantine, my name's Gregory," Gregory turned the taxi off the main high way and into the city centre.

"Nice to meet you too, Gregory. Please, call me Natalie," she smiled sincerely, leaned back in her seat and turned to look out the window.

A/N: Ok here it is, the first chapter, though I suppose it is more like an introduction.

Just a little note, all the characters that you recognise are not mine, but Natalie, Gregory, and the Madedras hotel are mine.

Please review, it really heaps inspire me to write more!